The Little Bird With the Broken Wing

—A betrayal that made me feel stuck, setting the course for my tumultuous pregnancy that lay ahead

I was a caged bird for many years, but soon I will let go of all my fears - Photo by Mochammad Algi from Pexels

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“Yes, I wanted to fuck her.”

He said, his eyes staring directly into my soul with a cold-hearted tone; his words cut through me like a knife in the hands of my lover. What made it worse was him lying before and then admitting it now, like luring in a wounded bird, trapping it and then telling it you’d killed its chicks. He had me. He lured me in and I was trapped safely in his cage; now he could do with me as he pleased.

I felt sick to my stomach. I had never felt so helpless in my life, sitting there, hurting, aching, and with no way to make it better. Having this painful betrayal dangling in front of me like a carrot on a stick made me feel like I wasn’t able to do anything about it—his seed was already planted and growing within me, tying us together for generations to come.

I wasn’t on my home ground, so I had no leg to stand on. He held all the cards in his hand, and I now had to play by his rules.

Maybe I’m too kind for my own good. I should hate him but I don’t. My curse as an empath. I’ve always tended to feel others' emotions deeply…